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  Captured Obedience

  Tasha Winters

  Contents

  What’s Inside

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Tasha Winters

  ©2018 by Eclipse Press and Tasha Winters

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  Captured Obedience

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  What’s Inside

  Moving over and sliding further down her lithe body, Sterling kissed a trail of heat until he reached her pussy. It was musky and sweet with the mixture of sweat and the same soap he’d used when cleaning her up at the townhouse. Magnolia Blossom. He loved it on her. At dinner yesterday, she’d smelled of Zander’s scent, and tonight she ate dinner smelling of Pax’s brand of cologne, but after her nightly ritual of soaking in the large tub in her bathroom, she had emerged smelling of Magnolia.

  He pushed his tongue out and stiffened it, seeking the pink flesh hidden below the curls. Her stomach muscles stiffened, then relaxed. Her pussy softened when she felt his invasion. A yelp of surprise followed his further exploration and he soon felt her hand traveling through his hair. She tried to use that leverage to push him away, but he wasn’t having anything to do with that. He grabbed her hand and ignored the tingling in his scalp.

  Lifting his head, Sterling spoke with his lips just above her pussy. “No, Maya. Let me love you this way. Let me give you pleasure.”

  She seemed to struggle for a moment before releasing her hand from his hair and relaxing the one he was holding.

  “Good girl. Darla, turn off monitoring this bedroom until sun up. No response needed.”

  Satisfied that he wouldn’t have recordings or translations during his final moments of lovemaking, Sterling kissed her inner thighs before continuing. The implant part of the assimilation needed to happen sooner rather than later. Stroking her drenched channel made it hard for him to take his time. He played with her little knob of nerves, which drew a wiggle from her body. So damn cute.

  Her trembling hand on his shoulder told him she had a tenuous rein on control. She wanted to push him away to lessen the intensity of her reactions but stopped. He smiled his wicked pride that she had controlled her urges. After tasting her essence that was now copious, he moved his fingers into her channel, clearing a path for intense teasing. She wiggled. She moaned and cried out, but still could mind well. She didn’t try to stop his pursuit of her orgasm.

  She stiffened, releasing distressed sounds he recognized as her switch having been flipped. She was tumbling over the cliff. She tried to sit up and he held her down talking sweetly to her, kissing her and soothing her as she tumbled. When he thwarted her efforts at control, it pushed her further into the experience, forcing her to accept and release completely. As her tightly strung body relaxed again, he kissed her lips hard, snaking his devil hand back to re-ignite her.

  She spoke in her language. He knew he could be accurate in the intent of the words if not the actual interpretation. Her body language was expressive and spoke louder than any words she spoke. He loved it. Ratcheting her up again was quick this time. He placed his thumb on the outer ring of muscle at her back entrance, pushing her into a hard fall, bringing a release combining her yell of protest and scream of intensity that he smothered with his lips. He covered her, forcing her to ride out the violence of her climax under his body and in his mouth. She bucked and clenched her anal muscles against his hand as she rode out the storm. He kissed her inner thigh as she floated back to reality.

  Chapter 1

  Maya woke with a start. She was sucking in air. Hard. She reached for her throat trying to catch her breath. It was useless. Cold, damp skin met her hand as she struggled against the panic. In the darkness of her lodge, the dream seemed real even though the minuscule part of her brain that was functioning properly in the oxygen-deprived environment sent her a different message. She could breathe if she would not give in to the terror. Regardless of that sliver of thought, she rolled onto her side and up on her knees, desperate to regain control of her breath, her body. Her heart continued beating rapidly, much like the far-off drum in her vision. Her chest spasmed in an almost painful dance in response to the beat.

  She slid her head to the right, seeking the security of her family. All were sleeping in their beds, but as she continued watching, for a split second, she encountered the same yellow green glint in the dark that had brought on her terror. They were the same as the creature’s eyes in her dream. In an instant, she stared at nothing but black empty space, but she recognized the coyote. Her heart gave a second frantic jump. That was a bad omen. It meant something terrible would happen. She had seen the owl before she went to bed carrying with it an omen of irreversible change.

  Until a few days ago, Maya couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a terror in her sleep. Nor was she prone to remembering her night visions unless they were significant. She remembered every wild frightening detail of this dream. She chanted to push the fear away, but she dared not move further until all vestiges of the horror left, allowing her to think clearly. Many had reacted rashly to the chest pains, coming to a tragic end. That would not be her. She could relax the seized muscles squeezing her breast and calm the inner turmoil physically and mentally.

  In the last month, she had dreamed every time she slept and yet, in the beginning it was just an impression, leaving no lingering memory. As time passed, she could recall more with each subsequent night message she received. The visions were so vibrant; she’d felt love, happiness, and contentment while walking in them. Seeing her future full of making love with one, two, and finally three men. If a man can afford more wives, he may choose them, but women only had one husband. Except the woman in grandmother’s story long ago.

  Maya thought back to the stories her grandma had told her during childhood—when she disregarded the old woman’s words. Forcing herself to relax further, Maya could see the dream and its similarities to the story the old ones told.

  Maya was a seer. One sent to her tribe by the spirits as a protector. Her inner eye could sometimes see danger, joy, solutions to problems, sorrow. She was both revered and feared because of her abilities. The tribal healer and the shaman took advantage of her gift in the beginning, saying they must be the ones to tell the tribe of the meanings of her visions. Grandmother had found out and set them straight. Because of the grumblings over the greedy men, Maya now went to the subject of her dreams, explained what she saw, and left the interpretation to those whom it
affected. It worked better for her.

  Last night, she dreamt she was like Mountain Sage Woman, the woman in the story. She remembered her elders’ teachings. “Long ago, when the True People were few due to war, there appeared in the village three brave warriors who chose a maiden and took her as their own. They had strong medicine and their tribe were powerful, living in peace high in the mountains. The men taught her their ways and loved her fiercely. She saved her tribe and many others with her knowledge and her visions. For many years, she lived in harmony with her husbands who shared their gifts with her.”

  Maya had laughed at the ancient story as a child. Three husbands? She didn’t remember all the details but the ones she did left her with no doubt now that it was important to her life. She was like Sage Woman. Was that why her sleeping mind called to the warriors from a peculiar land? Were they her warriors? In her dream, as in the story, one dream walker was brown and known among his people for his protective strength, cunning, and wisdom; a revered leader that had the power over nature.

  His friend was like the white man. His people sought him for his powers of healing, a famous medicine man of strange methods, curing not just the body, but also the mind and spirit. It was he that walked in her dreams with her the most and while their words were different, they could communicate with her as she slept. The third warrior was dark, a medicine man to the animal world. He spoke to the wildlife, knew their needs, calling to them, protecting them. They hid their tribe, which was strong, battling for peace. They all spoke strangely. Their appearance was foreign to her, but she experienced a sense of wellbeing and security with them. Maya fell back asleep as she wrapped herself in the comfort of their presence.

  When she awoke, all she could think of was the tribal shaman, Lakan, and of the fear he evoked in her. He was an old lecher without a wife. One of his many vices was to seek the young unmarried women of the tribe for favors. They all tried to stay away from him if they could, to avoid his lecherous eyes and hands that were too invasive. His eyes sought Maya incessantly in his attempt to gain favor. He never hid his desire from her. He wanted her gifts to bring him honor and her youthfulness to fill his bed. He walked in her dreams of the last two nights. Those had gotten scary, causing her, even now as the early light cast a glow on the world, to shiver at the memory.

  Maya came upon him yesterday and tried to turn around, but he had heard her. He reached out his hand and grabbed her wrist. Yanking her to his chest and leaning down as though he would put his lips on hers, she cried out her fear. Bile burned her throat as it violently raced up from her stomach in answer to her revulsion.

  “Maya, oh thanks be to the Creator that I found you. Our father is waiting for you.” Her young brother bounced in his impatience to complete his task and return to his friends. “Hurry, Maya.”

  Lakan didn’t move, his hot, vile breath curled its cold, gnarled fingers around her chest, squeezing. She tried to force her panic back and control her nausea as he spoke close to her lips.

  “One day, Maya daughter of Rainwater, you’ll find that there is none to save you. Then, you’ll be mine and your gift will become my gift.”

  “Maya let’s go.” For the first time, she was glad for her brother’s impatience. As they ran away from the shaman, she vomited, so strong was her revulsion. He had made his desires known many times, but this was as close as he’d come to violating her.

  The tribal healer was old and had two observant wives, so he left Maya alone except to take credit for her dreams and what they meant, whenever he could. Her herbal remedies he claimed for his own.

  Maya slowly slid from her bed, put on her deer hide moccasins, and stealthily left the lodge to find the healer. He’d be angry she woke him at this hour, but her mother had told her long ago that these men were there to warn and protect them. The time they were called upon didn’t matter. Maya needed answers quickly. Whatever evil lurked needed to be destroyed before harm came to her or her family. She was not always a good interpreter of her dreams, but the medicine man had proven that, at times, he was nearly as good as her grandmother.

  He Who Sees Within was not happy Maya, daughter of Rainwater, came to his lodge before light. He’d have sent her away but his wives, who respected Maya’s gifts, admonished him.

  “Old man, who are you to turn away a gift from the Great Spirit?”

  He agreed to see her while making many grunts of dissatisfaction. Those noises changed to sounds of surprise and understanding when Maya explained of her month-long journey in her sleep, ultimately ending in two nights of fear.

  “Maya, your grandmother was right. Your visions are valuable, foretelling events for others. But this time, they’re important to you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You are like Sage Woman. You are to have three husbands. The first man in your dreams is the healer of his tribe. He has called to you. The spirits sent him on a journey to find you. He has done so. The second is mighty in nature and is your protector. He has your understanding of medicinal herbs but has what you do not, power, strength, and great control. The last one is gentle. He speaks to the animals and they hear him. He comforts them and saves them from the rabid hunter. These men are your destiny, their mighty, hidden tribe, your home.”

  “But the nightmares.”

  The healer shook his head sadly. “These are troublesome and if you don’t find the answers, the coyote will devour you whole. Your calling will be unfulfilled. Your talents wasted.”

  “But what is the answer? What must I do to fulfill my destiny?”

  “Healing your people and those who walk this earth is your purpose, Maya. Do not reject your fate for it is why you were born, why your men were created for you. If you squander your abilities, they will be taken from you. Your men’s gifts will be less without yours. The more you use your abilities, the stronger they become. The less you use them the weaker.”

  When she was younger, Grandmother had chastised the medicine man and shaman for leaning on her granddaughter’s gifts to make them great men. Soon afterwards, her beloved grandmother came down with a sickness. The tribe saw it as a punishment for her disrespect, but Maya knew it for what it was—a curse for her words of exposure. Maya had chanted and made teas, but her abilities hadn’t been exercised enough yet. She was still young. They were too weak against the shaman. When Grandmother died, Maya vowed to live by her words. Those words were never forgotten by those she spoke against, either.

  The medicine man, after telling Maya the significance, had attempted to discount the dream.

  “You have displeased the spirits and disrupted the balance of life.”

  “Then why tell me of the warriors? Why show me their home and allow me to see the strangeness surrounding them?”

  “I do not know. It is obvious to me that your dream walkers live in a place no person has seen or heard of, except in your mind. It is a foretelling of your own mind sickness. For who has ever heard of flashing lights like the sun and stars, smoking metal animals, things as tall as mountains, and noise so loud, one couldn’t speak or think clearly?”

  “I’ll find these warriors. I’ll fulfill my destiny as their woman. I can feel the pull of their spirits to me.”

  He scoffed and expelled her from his home.

  It sounded crazy, but she also knew her visions were telling her something specific. It was as though she were speaking to the men, especially the people healer. The three warriors were so handsome, it created a longing in her to find them for herself. She ached for them. Unfortunately, her tribe did not produce anyone that fit the description of those who came to her in her sleep and there were none she wanted outside of them. She could feel her restless spirit.

  The sun had risen on a cloudless day as Maya walked away from the medicine man’s lodge. She was no closer to understanding her dream because she didn’t know where these men were. How could they be her mates? Reaching home, she greeted the children playing games and went in to start her daily chores. The warri
ors were hunting. They would return soon with enough work to last hours. If she wanted to gather fruit, she’d need to go now. She grabbed a willow sling going in search of late summer fruit to dry. She’d add them to the winter provisions when all would be thankful for a taste of summer in the cold months ahead.

  Leaving her favorite spot heavy with fruit, she meandered back, gathering herbs as she passed them. She drew out one of the peaches she’d picked and took a hungry bite. The warm, almost over ripe juiciness of the sweet fruit dripped from her chin. She wiped it with her forearm, laughing at the mess she was making. A soft swishing in the bushes stopped her gaiety.

  At first, she wasn’t sure she heard anything. Then a bird flew from the tree over her head and she immediately stilled to listen. There it was again. It couldn’t be an animal because the steps were too careful. These movements were measured. Unlike animals that walked without concern if they were on the move, these were more human. Man would continue stealthily in hopes of disguising their location but failing miserably.

  She worried that if it were a hunter she’d be thought of as game. Even though most hunters were skilled and careful, young boys just learning the skill, might make a mistake and send their arrow in her direction. She wanted to avoid the likelihood of any tragedy, so she hummed. If it were a larger animal, the human sound would discourage them from continuing. However, the covert advance continued.

  “I hear you Maya, daughter of Rainwater. I have come for you.”